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Born in February 12, 1828 / Died in May 18, 1909 / United Kingdom / English

Poems by George Meredith

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The Sweet O' The Year

... And then a smile, i' the sweet o' the year ...

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Song (Untitled #12)

... And strange feet cannot guess of the anguish that slumbers below ...

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Empdeocles

... And him reads Reason at his heels, ...

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The Doe: A Fragment (From Wandering Willie)

... the young And careless ones had scampered off ...

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Il Y A Cent Ans

... We know them, as they strove and wrought and yearned ...

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On The Tombstone Of James Christopher Wilson (d. April 11, 1884) In Headley Churchyard, Surrey

... There dost thou shine a light transferred, not lost, ...

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The Lady C. M.

... To them that knew her not, be it but said, ...

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The Sage Enamoured And The Honest Lady

... she had The joy of those who feel the world's heart beat, ...

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Marian

... Mixing with its dove-like dole ...

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Unknown Fair Faces

... Where burns a face like Hesper: one like Mars: ...

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Continued - II

... Sank, washed out within, and overboard was pitched, ...

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Tardy Spring

... Where flocks now bleat and sprouts the clod ...

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A Reading Of Life--With The Huntress

... oread, faun, Goat-foot, antlers laid on neck ...

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Continued

... Of whence it came and what it caused, to start ...

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The Empty Purse--A Sermon To Our Later Prodigal Son

... Without loss of the strength that should push us to flower ...